The Blackwell Claim
Cus looked back over his shoulder.
"Whatever you want."
"Anything?" Cus’s eyes went wide, his sharp features finally softening.
"Within reason. As long as I can buy it or steal it without losing a limb."
"Reese’s Cups. A bulk crate once a month."
Kan stared. "Reese’s Cups?" The guy was definitely pulling his leg. He demanded high-end tequila from Timothy, but from Kan, he wanted gas station candy?
Cus nodded, licking his lips. "The miniatures. So I don't get a sugar crash as fast."